Chapter 6: Jake Must Die

The undercover cop routine had endured for another hour, mostly in silence. Ada was beyond bored. She had the patience of any expert assassin, but found that her interest in this matter had slipped since she arrived to "babysit" Rurik for Evan.

In the reflection of the side view mirror down the street, she could make out some children playing in the front yard with some kind of terrier at their heels, their laughter droned out from being inside the car. She gave a faint smile at the sight. It took her back to younger, simpler days that seemed to have long ago been wounded by rising terror in the world.

"There are children playing in the neighborhood just down the road, and you still plan on going in there to kill Jake?"

"They will be out of the way. You know I never hurt children."

"And Jake isn't a kid in your eyes?"

HUNK heaved a sigh. "He never had the chance to be one. Besides, he has a much more important fate than all of us."

"Alright, what the hell is going on, Rurik? How the hell can Jake have an important fate if you are just going to kill him?"

"It doesn't matter. You are just going to have to trust me."

Ada laughed. "I never thought I would hear those words come from your mouth. Look, I have a job to do. Evan specifically told me to keep you from doing something drastic to Jake. That's why I am here babysitting you."

"It would be in your best interest to go along with me than Evan Fox."

"Is that a threat?"

Rurik slowly smiled. "No. I simply know what is coming, and Jake will serve great purpose dying now."

"Now you just sound crazy."

The hardened mercenary shrugged. "Do as you wish. Just know that I will not allow you to get in my way. I do, however, suggest you think about what you are doing siding with Evan Fox."

HUNK did have a point. There was never any good thing involved in working for Evan Fox. He was a dangerous, very intelligent man. No one could ever tell what he was thinking or planning or if he even was loyal to the Family. When Ada joked to him about having Samuel tied up and hidden somewhere by his hands, she was actually quite serious. She wouldn't put it past him to get under the Family's close knit skin and rip it away to let the blood pour out and spread apart. However, what bothered her more was not Samuel's disappearance that had the Family on high alert and dangerously about, it was Evan's secret project that he seemed so proud of that unsettled her.

Ada reluctantly decided to go with Rurik's plan. It seemed that her security and the benefits were better with him than with Evan. She still didn't feel that killing Jake was going to do any good for them. She tried to shake the uncertainties from her. It wasn't like her to dwell on someone's life like this. It wasn't as though Jake was important to her. Ada's feelings for Wesker had long ago perished years before her employment ended with him. Long before his virus had completely stripped him of what little humanity he even had. And she wasn't Jake's mother. It was just…

Such a shame, she thought.

The only good she could see killing Jake would prevent anyone getting a hold of that very special blood type that his father passed down to him. The Family knew who he really was even if the BSAA classified the truth in his relationship to Albert Wesker. And there was no stopping them from telling anyone else who could want a piece of Wesker's legacy.

She looked to Rurik, not surprised he was still watching the house with much effort. "What about Chris, Jill, Leon, and Claire? On top of Jake and Sherry, how are you going to be able to handle them all?"

"Chris and Jill aren't home."

Ada didn't bother asking how he knew that. Even though Leon's Jeep was the only vehicle in the driveway, that didn't meant that Chris and Jill could have been home or their own vehicles in the large garage.

"What if they get home before Jake arrives?"

Rurik finally tore his gaze from the house to give her a glare, one that made her smile because of how his brows furrowed. "It doesn't matter who is there. This may be my only chance to face Jake before all hell breaks loose. I have to do it here."

"Are you going to kill the others as well?"

"No. Jake is my only interest."

"I sure hope you know what you are doing," Ada said, sighing.

HUNK had no time to reply as a motorcycle sped past the black Camaro, catching their immediate attention. It slid into Chris's driveway, kicking up dirt from the lawn and then peeling on the concrete right behind Leon's Jeep. It was definitely Jake and Sherry, and they looked a little worse for wear. Jake stopped the bike just beside Leon's Jeep, and the two of them jumped off.

Jake was definitely beat up. Sherry had two blood spots on her chest that looked to be bullet wounds. Jake cast aside his own pain to check on Sherry. Rurik and Ada watched as he grabbed a hold of her, checking her over and seemingly asking her if she was alright. They saw Sherry nod in response and the two of them hurried into the Redfields' house without even knocking.

"Doesn't look like their date went so well," Ada said.

Rurik was getting his weapons ready. Ada reluctantly followed suit. It seemed that Rurik didn't care about what had happened to Jake and Sherry; he was already focusing at the job at hand. But surprisingly, she could see it in his eyes. There was hurt and uncertainty there. He paused at opening the door, eyes clouding in deep thought. Ada studied him in that moment, and was able to get a glimpse at just how much he truly cared about Jake. Probably more than what his real father could have ever shown.

HUNK shook out of his thoughts. "Alright, I'm going in. Stay out of my way."

"You don't look like you want to do this. Are you sure, Rurik?" Ada asked, looking him straight in the eye.

"Of course I don't want to do this," he growled. "But I have to. I need to save him."

She just didn't understand what he meant by that. The hardened mercenary opened the car door and got out. Ada opened her own door and also got out. He gave her a warning glare.

Ada shrugged, cocking her gun. "You might be a badass, Rurik, but trust me…you'll need help with Leon, Claire, and Sherry on top of Jake…especially Leon. And let's try and make it quick. If Chris and Jill show up, it will be a mess, and I hate being outnumbered."

"Fair enough. Let's get this done."


They barely made it into the kitchen before Leon and Claire were rushing into the same room, noticing the mess they were in from the stairs just in the back. Claire went straight to Sherry to see if she was alright, while Leon looked between them.

"What the hell happened to you two?" he asked.

"Are you guys alright?" Claire asked. "Let me go get the first aid kit."

"We're fine, don't bother," Sherry answered, sounding out of breath still. "My bullet wounds already healed and Jake-"

"I'm fine," he interrupted, his tone a bit agitated.

"Still a little too proud," Sherry sighed, finishing her sentence.

"Well, what happened? You said you were going to take care of Sherry!" Leon demanded.

"Hey, I had no fucking idea this was going to happen," Jake rounded.

Before a fight could break out, Sherry decided to cut to the chase. "We went to see Jake's aunt, his only living relative for some information on Jake's mother and his past. We got attacked by these two highly skilled mercenaries. They killed her and we barely got away. They wanted Jake alive and someone hired them to get him."

"Did you guys get a good look at them? Any clue as to who they are working for?" Claire inquired.

"Ya, one was an older woman named Lupo and the other was a man called Vector. We couldn't get a good look at him because he wore a gas mask. No idea who they are working for or why they want Jake," Sherry answered.

"There's only one other man I know that wears a mercenary suit that similar to the Vector guy, gas mask and all…but it wasn't him, I would have recognized his voice," Jake grumbled.

Leon immediately called up Hunnigan. "Hunnigan, hey, I need for you to look up any leads or information on mercenaries by the names of Lupo and Vector. Can you do that for me?"

"No problem. It may take a bit, but I will get back to you ASAP. Why, is everything alright?"

"Sherry and Jake got attacked by them while out at his aunt's. They were barely able to escape. I need to know everything you can find. They are working for someone who wants Jake, and we need to figure out who they are."

"Copy that. I will get right on it. I'll call you back."

"Thanks," Leon answered and hung up.

"Maybe I should call Chris. The BSAA might have some leads on them." Claire got her cell phone out to dial her brother.

"Oh c'mon, don't call him! The last thing I want is for him to come running over here to be in charge over everything. He probably hasn't got a clue who these two are. These aren't you average mercenaries, these two were far better than that. I doubt the BSAA has met up with many of their type," Jake complained.

"Jake, what's wrong?" Sherry asked, shaking her head slightly. "I thought you and Chris made amends?"

"We did. But that doesn't mean I'm quite ready to be all chummy with the guy and work alongside him. We got our own things going on, and it should stay that way."

"I think trying to find out who murdered your aunt and who wants to take you alive is a little more important than that," Sherry retorted.

Jake looked away, clenching his jaw. "Well…yeah, but-"

"She does have a point, my boy."

The words made him freeze in place, the words he were about to speak left forgotten on his tongue. He recognized the voice immediately, and turned to face where it came from. He was shocked to see his old mentor there. The man who had took him in as his own son and trained him how to fight and survive on his own for years stood before him, at the edge of the entrance to the kitchen.

Jake's shock quickly boiled into anger. Rurik Ginovaef was here to kill him, just as he had tried years ago in his betrayal. He had killed everyone else in his squad that worked for him. He had given Jake the scar on his face before he was barely able to escape alive. He was pointing a gun right at him.

Leon, Claire, and Sherry quickly aimed their own weapons, with Jake not moving much at the moment. He was too busy glaring daggers at his old mentor, mind racing with emotions and thoughts.

"Oh my God! Leon, Claire! He's HUNK! He's the man who shot my father to get the G-Virus!"

"I thought he looked familiar. Used to seeing him with a gas mask on," Claire stated, eyes sharp on the enemy.

"Yes, I'm quite sorry about that Miss Birkin," Rurik answered coolly, eyes never leaving Jake. "It was my mistake. I should have made sure he was dead before I left. Otherwise, he would not have turned into that crazy monster."

Sherry jerked a step forward, tears filling her eyes. "It's your fault he turned into a monster! You killed my father, you bastard!"

"Now, I wouldn't push the blame that far. Your father was a monster on the inside anyway. His transformation just showed his true colors in all the evil he ever did. I do not blame you for anything your father did. And those words also apply to you, Jake."

"Bullshit, then why did you try and kill me back then?" Jake growled.

"I never tried to kill you. The Family wanted you alive. I just wanted you to think I was trying to kill you so you would run for it. I let you go, Jake. I never wanted them to get you."

"And you expect me to believe you?" Jake scoffed.

"I would put your gun down in any case, HUNK. You are outnumbered," Leon stated.

"You would be wise to stay out of this. I'm only here for Jake."

"I'm not going to let you hurt Jake, so you better listen to Leon," Sherry warned.

They were hit from behind with great speed and accuracy. Claire and Sherry dropped to the hard tiled floor of the large kitchen. Leon was barely able to block his own attack, but upon recognizing the face and getting caught by surprise, he went down as well. Ada aimed two different handguns to the three of them on the floor. Jake tried to go after her to protect Sherry, but as he turned to face Ada, HUNK had shortened the distance between them and struck him down as well.

"Ada?! What are you doing here? What is this?" Leon asked, shocked.

"I'm sorry, Leon. I'll explain later."

Jake got to his feet, refocusing on Rurik with hatred. "I'm gonna kill you, you fucking traitor."

"I see your mouth hasn't changed. Fine…let us fight hand to hand then. I want to see how much you have learned since I taught you."

"Fine by me, asshole."

"Jake, no!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I got this," Jake replied, a dark smirk forming on his face that seemed to mirror his father's.

Rurik chuckled. "I've always admired your spirit, my boy, but I always warned that your cockiness would someday get you killed. Well, today will be that day."

"Bring it."


Chris could not believe his eyes. The footage seemed to come straight from a monster horror film crafted up from Hollywood. The conference room was tensely silent as he, Jill, Rebecca, Barry, Carlos, and Billy watched on in absolute shock. There were other BSAA officers of higher command in the room also. The footage was being sent straight from the Pentagon where Patricia had departed to do deal with.

"This is the biggest BOW ever to be created. How could something like this have been hidden so well?" Rebecca asked, eyes never leaving the footage.

"And then to just be released into the ocean like this. If we don't kill it now, we could lose it anywhere," Billy added, annoyed.

"We need to figure out where the hell it came from. Who's responsible for…for this," Barry said.

"I think we should worry about killing it first, and then go from there," Carlos snorted, arms crossed.

The monster was beyond huge. Much of its long, serpentine body was in the ocean, making measurements impossible at the moment. The head was as big well over four hundred feet long in itself, with teeth the size of sedans. The BOW was a strange mix of a moray eel and some kind of snake. The head was almost just like that of a moray eel, with the massive coils of its body being more rounded like a serpent's. It had some unique fins along the body of what they could see that helped it swim, with a large crest atop its head and going down its back to make it look like it came right out of a mythological book of sea monsters. The colors of the body seemed to shimmer under the glare of its water soaked scales, being a unique mix of green, blue, and brown. The yellow eyes, huge and wide glistened with intelligence and a very dangerous aggression. The sounds it made were nothing ever heard of, sounding like a mix between the hissing of a crocodile and a high pitched yowl of a cat.

For its size, the creature could move exceptionally fast, especially in the water. It was just a couple miles out the coast of eastern Japan, and the Japanese Army, as well as the Eastern Branch of the BSAA were having trouble with the monster. It would dive into the water to dodge missiles, its ongoing body of serpentine coils seemingly cutting through the water in massive amounts. And then it would come up, spraying water out of its massive, gaping mouth full of long, slender fangs. The water was sprayed at such high velocity and force that jets would get blown from the sky and ships would get turned right over. And that wasn't even the tip of the iceberg. Whenever the colossal BOW would get hit enough times, making it angry and constrict its body in the pain, an immense electrical shock would rip across the water in a two mile radius, some of the pulses having enough power to blow the ships and submarines into pieces, while others simply destroyed the ships' mainframes to lose all functions, making them sitting ducks.

"Can you imagine what that shock radius could do on land?" Jill asked, watching as ships were blown into fiery messes. The pulse shock even caused thousands of dead fish to float to the top of the water.

"What are they calling this one?" Rebecca asked.

"The Leviathan," Chris answered. In all these years, whenever he thought he had seen it all, something like this comes up. Chris just couldn't understand why the world was coming to this. It seemed that no matter how much they did, how much they sacrificed, it did nothing to stop the war on bioterrorism. This monster may have been a titanic weapon, but it could still slip into the ocean and disappear in minutes, and they couldn't have that.

"You think this is Neo-Umbrella's work?" Barry asked.

Jill shook her head. "Surely not. This thing had to have taken many years to create. Longer than what Neo-Umbrella has been around."

"That doesn't mean the Family has nothing to do with it. I won't rule them out. But until we can kill this thing and do some research, we have shit to go by," Chris added.

"If we can kill it."

Everyone glared at Carlos for his remark. The ex-UBCS soldier gave a sheepish smile and got quiet after that. He received a punch in the arm by Billy who stood nearby.

"I just hope Trish will have some answers when she gets back," Chris sighed.

"Well, I better get back to the Medical Department," Rebecca said, no longer being able to watch the footage. "Let me know if we find out anything."

"I'll walk you back, doll face," Billy said, walking with her.

"I better get back to the Weapons Department myself. Carlos, don't you have some trucks to be working on?" Barry added.

"Yeah, yeah," Carlos heaved, heading for the door with the older, retired soldier.

Chris continued to watch the aerial footage of the Leviathan, his mind completely torn on what this could mean. He felt so emotionally drained once more just watching it. He felt Jill put a hand on his arm, and he looked to her. That beautiful smile reassured him. She knew it took a lot out of him just to watch something this horrible and not be able to do anything about it.

Chris leaned in and kissed her. "We should probably return to our own duties."

"I know Trish brought this all up, but you should still take your break. I can't have you working like this when you aren't completely healed from your last mission."

"I can't. Not when we have a job to do. I was gone for six months from that head injury, lost to who I even was. I need to make up for that. And I can't rest knowing that the people who did all of this are still out there. And this Leviathan thing? Who knows what that's going to bring."

"You can't force yourself like this anymore. I just…don't want anything to happen to you."

Chris smiled, and Jill took it in. He hadn't smiled much since returning from his mission in China. His body and spirit had been broken by that point yet again. Jill admired his strength and willpower to go on, but could see how it was starting to take a toll on him.

He kissed her again, and took her hands in his. "Jill…I promise…I promise that I will soon retire. I had planned on doing so with Piers to take my place. And when I do, we can start a family."

Jill slowly nodded. Chris wrapped his arms around her and they embraced. Jill relaxed in his hold, closing her eyes. Their embrace lasted for a long moment before a beep alerted them from Chris's pocket. Puzzled, Chris withdrew his phone and opened it. His eyes widened and he cursed.

"What's wrong?"

"Claire's in trouble! She just sent me an emergency text! We gotta go now!"

Husband and wife immediately headed for the exit of the conference room, running the hallways to escape the large base and head for home. Chris knew they had to hurry. Claire wouldn't send him something like this unless it was urgent. He just hoped she would be okay by the time they reached the house. He had no idea what could be going on. He knew that Leon would have been with Claire right now, so the FOS agent could be in danger as well. He and Leon had their differences, but Chris couldn't trust anyone better to protect his younger sister.

Just hang in there, Claire! We're coming!


The brawl had turned brutal quickly. Leon, Claire, and Sherry stayed where they were on their knees in the kitchen with guns to their back from Ada as they watched Jake and HUNK fight it out. The two fought very similar with their powerful mixed martial arts. The kitchen was large, but by how they were slamming each other around, it didn't take long for either one to crash into some stacked dishes and knock them to the floor to break into pieces or into glass windowed hutches and shatter them.

Blood was released in this fight not long after it started. And as blood hit the tiled floor in drops, the two men didn't even take notice of their wounds. Jake surprised Rurik with his swift blocking and counters. However, his old mentor still proved to be the more experienced fighter in certain areas. This didn't break Jake's spirit at all, and kept going, fueled by anger and hurt from the past.

It was hard just to watch, not just from the ferocity, but from how quick the two men even moved. Each punch Jake swung, one after the other, was struck by Rurik's own arm keeping the pace. Jake kicked one powerful leg out, catching his mentor in the knee and knocking him down. Another quick kick struck HUNK's face and he fell against the kitchen counter. Jake kept the heat on, pursuing him immediately, like a tiger seeing blood. Rurik had already recovered and as Jake caught up to him against the counter, the older man grabbed ahold of the granite top and vaulted his legs out. Two swift kicks knocked Jake's air right out of him, and HUNK grabbed the downed son of Wesker to slam his head into a cabinet.

He let the boy drop to the floor. This moment to let Jake recover cost him, as Jake recovered more quickly than Rurik thought. Jake slid his body around on the floor, kicking up as he vaulted to his feet and striking a hard boot right into HUNK's face and knocking him back. As he landed, he went to Rurik and Jake managed a strong punch to his opponent's kidney.

Rurik ignored the sharp pain, his body long ago molded into a hardened warrior. He grabbed Jake's next swing, and pulled him forth, kneeing the kid in the gut. And by surprise, Jake countered in Rurik's hold, twisting his arm around and almost snapping it. He would have had Rurik moved in time to flip himself over Jake's back. He used the momentum to throw Jake over him, slamming him into the floor.

Jake was on his feet in seconds, eyes glaring straight into Rurik. Blood ran down his face from a cut he had received sometime during the fight. Rurik felt blood seeping on his own body but ignored it. He couldn't believe how much Jake had improved on his fighting skills since he last taught him. Even in this dark moment, he was proud.

"Play time's over you son of a bitch," Jake growled.

Something suddenly changed in Jake. His eyes darkened, and Rurik could suddenly feel his anger. He wasn't the only one who noticed it. Jake darted forth, slamming into HUNK with hard force. Rurik had to fight to keep his attacks at bay with blocks and counters, but soon he felt his back hit the counter near the sink, and it caused him to slip up. Jake took this split second mistake on his old mentor's part and wrapped both hands around the man's neck.

The pressure put on his throat was dangerously serious. Rurik hit Jake hard several times, but it was as though his old student was numb to it, too focusing on killing him. Even as experienced as he was, Rurik could not keep this death grip from killing him.

"Ada, aren't you going to help your partner?" Leon growled, glaring up at her.

"Nice try, Leon. I'm not letting my guard down. Besides, if Rurik gets himself killed it's his own damn fault. I didn't want Jake dead, he did."

Sherry was appalled by this side of Jake she hadn't seen before. It was though a light had been switched. She did not like the look in his eyes as he choked Rurik. It reminded her too much of his father, and it scared her.

"Jake! Stop!" she yelled.

If it got through, she couldn't tell. But Rurik finally was able to break away from his impending death by drawing something from his pocket. He stabbed whatever it was into Jake's neck, and it was enough to make Jake let him go. He yelled out in pain, grabbing his neck. Rurik just about collapsed as air reached him again, and he was choking on it.

"Jake!" Sherry yelled, not knowing what it was that Rurik stabbed into his neck.

Jake was still in pain, but he was able to shake it off long enough to grab Rurik again and slam him right back into the counter. By this time, HUNK had his head back, and unleashed a swift, powerful combo on Jake that was able to take him down.

Jake again yelled out, but it wasn't from Rurik's combo. He got up again, putting a hand on the side of his neck. His head was pounding. He wasn't done yet. He saw Rurik reaching for something else, and Jake rushed forward, grabbing the mercenary's left arm and snapping it. It was Rurik's turn to shout in pain. Jake kicked high, striking him in the chest and making Rurik slide back and crash into the counter.

"What the hell was that?" Jake asked, still holding his neck.

Rurik took a moment to catch his breath, feeling pain and adrenaline course through his body like a stampede. "I'm sorry, Jake. I didn't want to do this. But it must be done. I hope you understand."

Before anything else could be said, Rurik aimed his pistol with his right hand. Jake didn't even flinch, even though his heart skipped. He had stared down Death many times from the barrel of a gun. But when that shot was fired, and he felt the pain strike right through his body, he knew something wasn't right.

"No!" Sherry screamed.

They heard the front door crash open, and within seconds Chris and Jill were rushing into the kitchen with weapons aimed. Rurik re-aimed the gun to them, but Ada took advantage first. She fired two shots, both knocking the pistols right out of their hands.

"Rurik, let's go!" Ada yelled, tossing a flash grenade. She looked to Leon. "I'm sorry, I'll explain later."

"Ada, wait!"

Just as Chris and Jill were withdrawing more weapons to engage them, and Leon and Claire taking advantage of the backup, the flash grenade blew. The flash was intense, and stunned them just long enough for Rurik and Ada to escape.

Sherry bolted straight for Jake as the others recovered. He was gripping his chest and was bleeding heavily. She heard Chris cursing and trying to go after the enemy but was stopped by Leon. Claire was the one to yell at them all to say that Jake was in desperate need of help.

"Damn it! Jill, call Rebecca now! Tell her to get over here and bring her best!" Chris ordered.

"Are you kidding me? We need to get him out of here!" Leon rounded.

Jake heard their voices becoming fainter and fainter. He felt like he was standing but soon realized that Sherry was holding him up and was losing grip. She was yelling at him, but he couldn't comprehend the words. He collapsed onto the floor, the world spinning and pain engulfing him.

His hearing returned after crumbling to the floor, but the voices were still faint, and he could hear ringing in his head. He felt that his hand was soaked and looked. There was blood gushing from his chest and he tried to tell Sherry that it didn't look so good.

He realized he was dying. He felt some kind of transition, some kind of pull trying to come over his body, but instinct and his own stubbornness was struggling to keep him alive. The last thing he saw before the world seemingly disappeared was Sherry looking over him. He reached that blood soaked hand up to stroke her cheek.


"Jake! Jake, please answer me!" Sherry was crying. She shook his limp body, begging for him to come back.

She watched him die right before her eyes. There was blood all over her face from where he had reached up to touch her before slipping away. He couldn't die, he just couldn't. He was too important. Not just to the world, but to her.

Chris and Jill were in shock. The only son of Albert Wesker was dead, just like that. Leon stood by as Claire tried to pull Sherry away to comfort her. The younger woman only shook off her mother figure and best friend to still cling to Jake's body and cry. Claire stood, tears coming from her own eyes and she looked to Leon. He nodded silently and stepped over to Sherry.

He gingerly took the girl and pulled her away. Sherry finally collapsed and threw her arms around Leon, crying hysterically. It was the worse they had ever seen her cry since they have known her. Sherry had grown up after Claire's example, and thus had become a strong woman even at a young age. If there had ever been any tears they were silent. But now she was absolutely heartbroken.

Leon held her, comforting her while Claire rubbed Sherry's back. Chris could only stare at Jake's body, putting the blame on himself yet again. He wanted to shrug it off. Jake was his nemesis's son, he should not have cared about him. But he did. Jake was not like Wesker. He deserved to live. He deserved to have a chance.

Jill noticed something on the floor by smeared blood. She kneeled to scoop it up and stood back up next to Chris. It was a syringe, but was completely unmarked. She had no idea what it was.

"What do you think this could be?" Jill asked, showing the syringe to Chris.

He took it into his hands, but after his inspection, only shook his head. "No clue. We will have to turn it in to Rebecca."

"What is it?" Leon asked, relieved that Sherry was starting to quiet down, though her body was quivering in despair.

Chris showed the FOS agent, and Leon's brows rose. "That has to be what HUNK stabbed into Jake's neck."

"Did it have anything in it?" Jill asked.

"I don't know, I-"

"Guys!" Claire exclaimed, pointing to Jake's body.

The sight was enough to startle them and make them take steps back. Jake was moving! He was alive and moving on the floor. Sherry moved away to see what it was. Seeing Jake slowly sit up made her gasp, and she pushed away from Leon.

"Oh my God! Jake! You're alive!"

Before she could run to him, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and prevented her from going to him. Chris pulled her back, eyes wide and looking at Jake. The bullet wound was gone, and Jake was rising to his feet weakly.

"Son of a bitch, I hurt," Jake groaned, checking himself over, but still slightly in a daze like he had just woke up. He felt for the bullet hole in his chest, and then looked up to them in surprise. "Where the hell is the hole?"

Her attempts to break free from Chris ended quite suddenly. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Neither could anyone else. His eyes were no longer the beautiful blue she had fallen for. They now mimicked his father's eyes. The reddish gold cat eyes looked to them for answers. Sherry tried to tell herself that at least he was still alive. But even then, his eyes unsettled her deeply.


A/N: Wow, that was a long chapter, phew! I worked really hard on this! I think I scrapped drafts and rewrote it like three times before I was satisfied with it. Hope you all enjoyed it! I was going to end it when Jake "died", but decided to ease up on some of the cliffhangers for you guys lol. Hey, but the story is just getting started! ;) I think the fight between Jake and Rurik was the hardest to write this time. Sometimes I have no problem writing fight scenes, and other times I do lol. As for the BOW Leviathan, I created it a while back but never had a chance to use it in a story until now. I have wrote a few fanfics that I never posted to FFN, and it came out of one of those lol. I love created my own BOWs sometimes, so fun! :D Anyway, thanks for all the reviews/alerts/favs this week, and I just really appreciate all the support from you guys! It gives me so much inspiration! And don't working, the RE6 parody is coming, as well as a new chapter for Nightfall as soon as I can get out of writer's block for it...ugh hate it! Have a great weekend everyone and stay warm! ;)